That evening, my dad went out for dinner with friends, and Jane was in the master bedroom sorting through seasonal clothing. The house was peaceful.
After pacing my room for half an hour, I finally gathered the courage to step outside. Rhett happened to be coming out of the study, a water bottle in hand. He stopped when he saw me. "Need something?"
The hallway light cast a warm, golden glow across his features. I walked up to him, nervously clutching my hem, and looked up. "About Tyler... thank you, Rhett."
He stared down at me for a couple of seconds without speaking. The next moment, his hand clamped around my wrist. With a swift pull, he dragged me forward, pinning my back against the wall.
I gasped, but before I could speak, he buried his face in my neck, his lips and teeth grazing
